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Discussion in 'Day Trippin'' started by Hobbes950, Sep 26, 2013.
This counts as our third trip to Nevada. Each trip gets longer, and we keep discovering more amazing things about this beautiful state right next door. We haven't even touched the southern half yet!
I read about Jarbidge, NV. a couple years ago and my main goal this trip was to make it out to this tiny town hidden away in the northeast corner. I love reading ride reports, studying maps, and searching the web for information about the places we go. It is really cool to see a place in person that I have read about, often it is more amazing than I imagined. It is pretty fun to say to my husband, "Hey, I read about this place, let's go here." He is usually in the dark about where I am taking him, and when we get there if it turns out to be spectacular,which is pretty easy in Nevada, it is like uncovering a treasure.
This was the planned route, always subject to revision!
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all I see is HWY 80????
Yeah, the map sometimes doesn't work right away. Click the link below it to see. Hopefully it will decide to cooperate soon.
Ok, the map appears to be working now. Here's a rundown of the plan-
Day 1 and 2
Scoot out to the Black Rock Desert and catch the Balls22 crowd doing their thing. Shooting rockets out in the desert, sounds like a funky crew doing some crazy things. Camp on the playa or more likely Frog Pond where we stayed last time. Then head to the Santa Rosa range.
Santa Rosa to Jarbidge. Maybe camp, maybe hotel.
Jarbidge to Lamoille Canyon, continuing on down across the Ruby Mountains to the hot springs at Ruby Lake.
Find our way through Eureka to Potts hot springs, Diana's Punchbowl and/or beyond.
Highway slog towards home, cutting out around Hawthorn to hit the dirt and temporary abode for the last night somewhere in the eastern Sierras.
Paved twisty day! Monitor Pass, Highway 88, Mormon Immigrant Trail, and the backroads into Placerville, up 49 and onward to home sweet home.
Our daily home is where we find it on the road. Follow the tracks until the time and place are right, pitch a tent and we are good to go. Another glorious thing about Nevada!
Here is a random, unplanned camp spot just to give you an idea of what is out there.
Also in! I love this type of trip and can't wait to get MY other half to agree to take a chance on some of the rides I've been planning!
Heading out there again in a week or so on the KTM 350 EXC-F, wx permitting, to explore some tracks way off the beaten path.
Looking forward to your Hot Springs/campsite reports.
And thanks for the Jarbidge update!
Classic start to our trips; packed, loaded, geared up, electronics sorted, wheeled out, key turned, .....silence. Oh, hell no!
Ha ha! Not in neutral!
Good one sweetie.
Day one is basically getting to the beginning of our trip. Giant tarmac slab to Reno, last minute shopping at REI, top off with In-N-Out, and on to the playa.
We arrived at Frog Pond to find a naked man offering us beer. No, really. Some guys from the rocket crew were escaping the wind and dust of the lake bed with a warm soak and cold brews. One guy was getting more beer from the car as we rode up. I think it took him a second to realize I was female. He was laughing and covering up and I put my hand over my visor to save his modesty. He called over, "Hey, want a beer?" as we pulled off our helmets. Well this is certainly a fabulous start to the trip!
We chatted with them about the rockets and the characters who fly them for a while, then they went on their way. We set up camp, anchoring down the tent with parachute cord and rocks. We had been fighting a nasty crosswind all the way from I-80, and it was creating quite the dust storm out on the playa. Even sheltered in the trees we were in for a blustery night. We had a soak and some snacks and snuggled in for the night. Tomorrow we officially begin our third venture out to see Nevada.
Sounds like a fun trip.
Nice start, looks like a nice loop.
every damn hot spring has a nekkid guy.
For a minute, I dated a guy in Reno. I LOVED driving all over northern NV looking for hot springs. I came to the conclusion that you could get from anywhere to anywhere in Nevada via an unpaved road... Now that I have the bike, I wish that area was still part of my regular stomping grounds. The TW would love it. (I've only seen ONE naked man worth seeing at a hot spring... but so worth seeing.)
Can't wait to see the rest of the ride!
Can you see the little tiny rainbow?
Rain on the playa, we thought that may be a bad idea.
Started the day with a morning soak, broke camp, and headed out for our first excursion out on to the Black Rock alkali flats. We could see the trailers of the rocket guys, so once we crossed the train tracks and made it through the scrub, we made a bee line for them. The playa was a new surface for us and having read several warnings, we kept our speed to a conservative 50mph. The flats were softer than we imagined, but not scary soft. It was pretty cool to just cruise along such a wide open area.
We made it to the camper village, but discovered not much was going on. It was still pretty windy, there was quite a bit of cloud cover and a threat of showers. We looked around a bit and said hey to the guys we met the previous night, then high tailed it to Gerlach before the rain decided to get serious about starting it's day. We topped of our tanks, both ours and the bikes and took off for the Santa Rosa Range via Jungo Rd.
The roads in Nevada are funny. We start our a bit cautiously, but slowly gain confidence and with each upshift gain speed. I was taking the lead for a bit at a nice 50 mph clip when Nevada gave me a little tap on the shoulder. "Hey you. Yeah, you. Whadda ya think you're doin'?"
The sign said, "DIP." It didn't say, "Two big ol' trenches filled with silt." I saw it too late. The first "dip" was a couple of feet across and about six inches deep. I probably hit it about 40mph. There wasn't much I could do but steady throttle and hold on. YAY! I made it.... UH OH! "Dip" number two was not so nice. About four feet across and at least ten inches deep with most of that filled with more silt. I plowed in. The bike kicked to the right. Ok, ok....
I can still pull up the image in my mind like a still off a GoPro. I am holding on, somewhat floating, and the bike is below me perpendicular to the road. I can't pull out of this one. Next thing I am hitting the road. I slid a bit and reached up quickly to hit my intercom and warn my husband, Hans, behind me. Before I could say anything I looked behind me to see a big GS swerving crazily through the silt. I don't know how he did it, but he held it together. As he passed me, a pannier box went skidding off the side of the road. I wondered how his box managed to come off.
Hans said that he was a couple hundred feet behind me when I hit. I was already throwing up a cloud of dust when he saw a giant cloud explode in my vicinity. He knew I was somewhere in that cloud and was scared he might run me over. He managed to make it through both pits and miss me, but there was nothing to do but nail my pannier head on. He was sure that would have taken him down, but it was no match for 600 pounds of Gelande Strasse.
That was the box I saw. I didn't even know it was mine. Man, I hope I can put that thing back on! I seemed to be ok, but my bike seemed a little sad. I am pretty upset that I didn't get a picture. Guess I wasn't thinking straight with my bike laying there puking gas onto the road. We got her picked up and assessed the carnage.
Pummeled box and bent rack.
Bent handlebar clamp
Broken mirror, the plastic hand guard came off too, but it was only ziptied on anyway.
Various scratches and chipped paint
And my favorite, check out that rear set!
It's just sticking straight out there! Like a... a... a thing that sticks straight out!
She started right up though, and the box made it back on with a little persuasion. Reality check noted, we continued on. We kept the speed down and avoided the dreaded fourth gear for the rest of the trip. We were in no real hurry anyway, and desert roads are not to be trusted.
The rest of the ride went by unmolested. The climb up Buckskin Canyon was really nice and we found our campsite on Cabin Creek pretty early, around 3:30 or so. It was nice to just relax a bit and it was a real nice afternoon anyway. Hans was napping and I was addressing my bikes issues of the day when the wind suddenly kicked back up. Our tent location suddenly became a bad idea and we had to fight the wind to get it moved, find rocks to anchor it down, and move the bikes to provide some sort of wind break. After that was done, we looked to the ridgeline to see black clouds forming. Crap!
Hans hates the wind. The clouds stayed on the ridgeline, and became less threatening, but we were still in for a wet windy night. No matter, look where we are!
We took a walk down the creek, then ate dinner and settled in. Just as dusk was setting, and the rain began, Hans said, "I hope the ground doesn't get soft and the bikes fall over...."
In a moment of brilliance, we decided to try and find flat rocks to put under the kickstands. Now, remember, we were settled in, which means jammies. (No, we don't bring jammies, I mean nature's jammies.) We donned rain coats and shoes and ran around the meadow looking for rocks. What a sight we must have made! Here's one! No, that's a cow pie. Here's one! No, another cow pie.
No, I did not take pictures!
We ended up looking at the ground under the bikes and decided chance would probably be in our favor. We scurried into our tent and listened to the rain and wind all night.
It rained all night. A tent always makes it seem worse than it is, but it sounded substantial. Morning brought us beautiful blue skies and crisp, clean air.
If you look way to the right, those aren't clouds, it's a dusting of snow. As the clouds cleared from Granite Peak in the center, they revealed this.
We packed up and got on our way. This was our longest day of the trip and we had agreed that this was going to be a relaxing vacation, opposed to our "wrong turn adventure trip" of last year. It was a late start, so we decided to take our alternate route on dreaded I-80 through Elko and north to Jarbidge, but first we were to travel through the Santa Rosas, over Hinkey Pass, and down to Paradise Valley.
The ride to the pass went through some beautiful country; creek bottoms, aspen and cottonwood groves, rugged rock formations, and sweeping views. I had yet to brave the practice of mobile photography, so no pics.
On the way down the other side, we stopped to let a car pass (yeah, I know) but we were looking at the scenery, and it gave me a chance to situate my camera. The clouds obscured a lot of the views, but it was still pretty magnificent.
As an added bonus, the car that passed us drove the cows off the road for us. Thanks guys!
We got to the valley and started for Winnemucca. Even on the long flat stretches across the valley floors there are beautiful views. There is also something about the vast expanses and arrow straight roads. They aren't for everyone, but we love it.
Winnemucca- gas, water, coffee, food. That is all.
Elko- Gas, that is all.
On up to Wildhorse Reservoir, turn left. Yay! Dirt with no crosswinds! More aspen groves by Big Bend Campground and down into the Meadow Creek canyon.
Our GPS gave us a wrong turn heading down a steep road. We figured it out when our arrival time jumped an hour. No, Garmin, we don't want to go to Idaho! It was ok though, because we would have missed this.
We got back on track and at the top of the road and we could see Idaho. See it off to the right?
We pulled in to Jarbidge after six. We grabbed the last room available, showered (glorious shower) and hit the bar for local ambiance, Coors in a can, shots of Jack, and 50 cent chili dogs! Life IS good!
For the record, this was the best day of the trip, and one of the top of the year. (3 weeks in Chile are hard to beat)
Here is a GoPro still for a teaser.
First off, breakfast!
There was one poor lady working by herself in the diner. There were two of us, plus nine guys all ordering at the same time. We luckily got our order in first. No one really minded waiting though. There was a lot of interesting conversation going on, mostly about their quads and the surrounding roads. Once we finished breakfast we had some business to take care of. The walls of the bar are painted white and are filled with signatures and messages from visiting travelers dating back to 1998 when they rebuilt from a fire. We wanted to add our mark the previous night, but they did not allow additions at night anymore because people tend to be inebriated then and their judgment tends to be a bit lacking.
We picked a spot over the slot machine and added our tag.
We gassed up and took off for Elko. The road south of town winds along a creek then climbs abruptly out of the canyon. I had read about this steep climb and wondered what we were in for. It was really a piece of cake, not even worth mentioning. When we got to the top we were treated to the first great vista of the day.
Perfect time to warm up the GoPro. I shot the whole ride down to the valley. 50 minutes consolidated into five minutes of highlights for your viewing pleasure.
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Elko again- Gas again, that is all.
Our next destination was Lamoille Canyon. It is a 20 mile out and back ride into a beautiful canyon in the Ruby Mountains.
Unfortunately, the speed limit is 35mph.
It was just as well, we weren't really looking at the road.
In my searching the web for information about this trip, I ran across "Terminal Cancer Couloir." Here's a photo and video from the web.
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I wanted to see what it looked like in person. I only knew it was somewhere in the canyon, I didn't even know if it could be seen from the road.
Hey! There it is!
We had some snacks at the end of the road and made our way back out to the highway.
We turned on Old Harrison Pass Road to cross the Rubys and continue to a hot spring I read about. As we rode through the mountains, Hans noticed a possible camp spot. A little road dropped into the brush near a large rock outcropping. If the hot springs didn't have a good spot for camping, we could return and check it out.
We followed the Garmin out into the sage and dirt. There was a few roads out there, and the GPS soon became confused. Several did not appear on its screen. I had looked on Google maps several times, and had a general idea where it was, but there were tracks all over. The road we followed was heavily rutted. It didn't look like it would be much fun out there when it was wet, but that didn't seem to stop anyone. We looked around for a change in vegetation that would indicate water, but there was none to be seen. We were basically looking for a hole in the ground out on a flat plain covered in brush. We decided give up on the spring and to go back to the spot we saw earlier. Later, at home, we would look to see how close we got.
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We were about a half mile away. Oh well, next time we know exactly where it is.
We went back to find a place to stay for the night. We dropped down the trail we saw earlier, through a trickle of water and up the other side. There was a nice level spot there, but the trail headed off around a corner. We checked it out and found the best spot of the week.
It was right next to a big rock.
A great big rock!
My Eagle Scout made me a fire.
Thanks to the previous inhabitants for leaving us some wood. We ate our Mountain House dinners and hung out by the fire before calling it a day, a very, very good day.
Enjoying the RR!
Looking forward to more! It's a great way to make a slow 12 hour shift more enjoyable...
Thanks guys. It was a real fun trip. I love to make these reports, and they are nice to have to refer to years later. We get to relive our adventures over and over.
Our goal for today was to get to Eureka and decide where to go and what to do next. We always leave our plans pretty open for changes, and although the weather looked great, there was supposed to be some precip coming in.
First, Hans had to conquer the mountain. He loves exploring and boonie crashing and if there is ever a summit around, he wants to be on top of it. I hung out in the meadow to take pictures when he got up there and he went off on his solo adventure.
See him down in the lower left corner?
When he got up there, he discovered that it was like a molar tooth, with a little valley in the middle and steep sides all around.
There were grooves from erosion on the sides and he used these to work his way to the top.
Here is a picture he took of our meadow and me down in the lower left corner.
He was waaaaaaay up there!
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